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Wednesday, February 15, 2006
What Makes A Hero or ... He Put Air in My Tires!
What better day to reflect on what truly makes a hero than the day after a Valentine celebration where your man is put to the test for his ingenuity, creativity and imagination? Today on the radio, a DJ asked callers (men) to own up to their worst Valentine mistake. What did they do wrong? What did they do right? Did they simply forget? Did they blow it completely? And as the calls were taken, I smiled to myself thinking that romance doesn't boil down to one day, where roses are sent, chocolate is consumed, champagne is sipped and love is made.
No, romance is often weaved in everyday living where small details in life often measure larger than any one elaborate gesture on a given day. And when we write our stories of bigger than life heroes, yes, maybe they do send roses and sip champagne, and heavens, we all know they make incredible love, but as a writer I try to put a real and believable slant on my heroes. It's in the small gestures that when all tolled, spell romance better than any candy hearts ever could.
I guess I'm living proof of this because I have a great guy. He's a hero, who tries really hard and has done some wonderfully sentimental things for me, like making a music video with pics of our life together to the tune of You Are so Beautiful to Me. Yes, that was romantic. But then there was the time when he gave me a leather briefcase for Valentine's Day because I really needed it. Sometimes he hits and sometimes he misses.
But he never misses in our everyday life. He's always there for me, with little gestures of love. A kiss before he leaves for work, a kiss hello when he returns and a sweet, "Good dinner" kiss after I've cooked a meal. He does things for me that sometimes I don't realize until much later. On one occasion, right before I was to make the hour long drive to my RWA chapter meeting, while I was dressing he got out of bed (it was Saturday) to check my tires. He'd noticed they were low and without me knowing it, drove the car to the gas station to put air in my tires.
I never felt more loved than at that moment.
He does these things for me so often that I can't even begin to name them all. So when I write a hero now, I see a man capable of giving stunning roses and buying beautiful diamonds for my heroine, but when push comes to shove, I'd rather have him put air in her tires.
Just like my hero did for me.
Be sure to enter my Valentine's Day Contest to win pretty silver jewelry!
See February 14th post for details.
Happy Reading!
posted by Charlene Sands at 7:01 PM
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2 Comments:
Playground Monitor said...
My hubby remembers that the second Saturday of every month is my RWA day and he doesn't gripe or schedule anything else. I meet early with my writing buddies and basically the whole day is mine. He takes off and hits all his shopping spots (Lowe's, Home Depot, his favorite off-price clothing stores) or rides his bike or goes fishing. But the fact that he remembers and lets me have my day means everything to me.
Marilyn
3:33 PM
Charlene Sands said...
Marilyn,
My hubby loves my RWA day. I'm gone alllll day since it's so far away. He gets so much done around the house. And when I get home, we usually go out for a quick dinner and both of us are exhausted and veg out the rest of the night.
Sounds like you have a great hubby, giving you that day too.
Charlene
5:46 PM
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